My home life was quite unhappy. I won't go into why, but I spent as much time out of it as I could.
On my way home from school, in the nice weather, I would hang out in a local park. It was huge, but there were seating areas, and play areas.
I used to sit on one of the many benches, just thinking about stuff. As I got older, 13 - 14, I would think about what was happening to my body. I hated puberty - unpredictable, yuck! But when I got to 15, that had all settled down, and for a long time, my body had been giving me other messages. Of course, I was masturbating by then - who isn't? I had also read a lot - some on here.
This particular day, I was thinking about a story where a girl had masturbated outdoors - not only outdoors, but in public, where she might be seen, and it started to turn me on - a lot! Way past the point where I could ignore it.
So, I took a look around. No one for miles, and I could easily see if someone was approaching. Have you ever looked at someone from a ways off? Its very hard to see exactly what they are doing. I let my legs open, and even as I did that, the cool air kissed my panties, and made me shudder a little. Then, I put my hand between my legs and just started to stroke the outside of my panties, real slow, real gentle. It felt amazing. Like, REALLY amazing. Still, no one was around. So, I did more. I pulled the material aside and started to finger myself. I was by now so aroused, I was actively trying to hold off.
In the end, I slipped my panties off. Oh, but they were a mess! The crotch almost black with wetness! Then I went back to my pussy which by now was screaming for attention. One finger (gently) inside. (I was still a virgin, and had only just started to use tampons. I could still feel a lot of my hymen.) And the other hand on my clit. Then, like an approaching train, my orgasm hit! I came harder that day that I knew possible. I came, came, and came some more. I lost control of myself and also peed everywhere which only added to the orgasm.
For a few seconds, I sat there, leaning back. I took another look around - still no-one. But the mere thought that someone might have seen me, might have got aroused, and might have masturbated too got me going again. And I had a second cum right there, this time, calling out dirty words as the orgasm hit.
I LOVED what I was doing. Now, 7 years later, I am still am avid out-door masturbator. I have developed my technique so that I can be seen, (or heard) if I wish. And that has led to some lovely encounters.
Well, no matter what your views on adolescent girls, just remember, we mature a lot earlier these days, and the feelings of sexuality are a byproduct of maturity. It may make people uncomfortable, but at 15, I was horny as hell. No, I DIDN'T want to get laid, (still haven't), but I WAS sexual, I loved masturbation, with myself, with boys, and with girls too.